The highways 🛣 of India have their own stories to shareTheir own cuisinesTheir roads are endless swathes of talesTaking notice of every human that walks by themChanging themAs these humans change the highways. Picture taken in 2017 at a local eatery en-route to Coorg, please travel responsibly and safely.
The blacks shimmer their velvety eleganceIn the winters,While the whites and the creams wonder,Why the skies and snow mimic us,Unaware that they are imitating the winter monochrome!
At a snail’s paceI let go; discoveringPeace in mundaneAnd joy in nothingnessWith a flowing maneIn the gentle breezeOf this miraculous night. Caption taken from my poem “The Night Fairy”
Maybe at this time, we can seek the brightness within.Who knows the outer vibrancy might come to us soon!
I went awaySearching the solitudeFrom love and hatredI turned awayAnd somehow in that numbnessyou found me.
And as the time stood stillThe clouds took me away from the hills.
Revel my heartIn the flowing wind.
You and IWe have seen enough sun rises aloneWelcoming the days with ourSolitariness So will you see the sun sets with me?When the orange ballTurns a glorious redAnd fades away a lovely day. Caption taken from my poem – Will you?
I like the ever flowing river,As I sit at the confluence of the blue and green waters,And wish to meander like the ever flowing river.
The twists and turnsOf the country roadsBeckon the travellerThe wanderer in countless souls.